There is nothing in my head today Nothing awful there to ponder or confuse me Go ahead in what you have to say And I will listen as I listen to the news
I know the whole truth there is horrible It's better if you take a little at a time Too much and you are not portable Not enough and you'll be making happy rhymes
You might like the gypsy life You judge your progress by the phases of the moon Get your compass and your sharpest knife 'Cause people love you when they know you're leaving Soon
If you choose to settle in one place You may be harder over on the ones you love Like a tree without the growing space You will be taking from below and from above
You might like the gypsy life You judge your progress by the phases of the moon Get your compass and your sharpest knife 'Cause people love you when they know you're leaving Soon
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There is nothing in my head today I'll cross the river people as I cross my heart The pigeon bridges are a place to stay I will go under as I try to do my part
You might like the gypsy life You judge your progress by the phases of the moon Get your compass and your sharpest knife 'Cause people love you when they know you're leaving SoonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
